Chapter 18
Good Monday Morning to this week 18 of 2021 <\/p>\n\n\n\n
For she said; If I may but touch of his clothes, I shall be whole. <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Frances Ellen Watkins Harper was born on September 24, Nerv\u2019d by blended hope and fear, Chapter 18 Good Monday Morning to this week 18 of 2021 For she said; If I may but touch of his clothes, I shall be whole. Frances Ellen Watkins Harper was born on September 24,1825, in Baltimore, Maryland. She was one of the most well knownAfrican American writers of the nineteenth century. Harper publishedseveral collections … <\/p>\n
1825, in Baltimore, Maryland. She was one of the most well known
African American writers of the nineteenth century. Harper published
several collections of poetry, including Forest Leaves in 1846.
One beautiful poem out of Mark 5.28
For she kept saying to herself, \u201cIf I could touch even his clothes, I know I will be healed.
(coming from the Greek word \u00a0“sozo<\/em>”\u00a0with many meanings including; safe and sound, healed, delivered, made whole, rescued, restored, and saved.
Life to her no brightness brought,
Pale and sorrow\u2019d was her brow,
Till a bright and joyous thought,
Lit the darkness of her woe.
Long had sickness on her prayed;
Strength from every nerve had gone;
Skill and art could give no aid,
Thus her weary life passed on.
Like a sad and mornful dream,
Daily felt she life depart;
Hourly knew the vital stream,
Left the fountains of her heart.
He who\u2019d lull\u2019d the storm to rest,
Cleans\u2019d the lepers, raised the dead;
Whilst a crowd around him prest
Near that suffering one did tread.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Reason\u2019d thus her anxious heart, –
If to touch him I draw near,
All my suffering shall depart.
While the crowd around him stand,
I will touch, the sufferer said, –
Forth she reach\u2019d her timid hand,
As she touch\u2019d, her sickness fled.
\u201cWho hath touch\u2019d me.\u201d Jesus cried,
Virtue from my body\u2019s gone;
From the crowd a voice replied,
Why inquire, thousands throng.
Faint with fear thro\u2019 ev\u2019ry limb,
Yet too grateful to deny;
Tremblingly, she knelt to him,
\u201cLord,\u201d she answered, \u201cIt was I.\u201d
Kindly, gently, Jesus said,
Words like balm unto her soul,
Peace upon her life be shed,
Child, thy faith has made thee whole.
Wishing a blessed week with words like balm to your soul!
Philemon <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"